Morning Meeting, Donut's Dunk - with audio

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Connect the colored dots
Ye little dullards and sots

Worker bees are smallest
The trees are the forest

That must needs be seen
Plastic pawns now begin

Hoping furtively that they,
You see, might know well
Of your prowess, that to tell

Oh to show that scribbled junk
The chaos in your little trunk
Be sweeter than a donut's dunk

So you posture and pose
Then thumb your bumpy nose

From concrete and brick
To fluid stream quick?

Embarrassed not, it's supposed
In your abstract lederhose

Stir up the thick jello'd sully
Focus now ever more forcefully

Struggle through the sudden strain
Of that broken puddin headed brain

Blow out the porthole a cloud-like steam
Some pseudo-intellectual babbling scream

But the attention once gotten
Sordid Horded and brought in

Goes like geese flying south
In the cold of winter's mouth
And it really stunts one's growth

So do not hurry to curry the boss
For little is gained, and much is lost
At such a tawdry, onerous, provocative cost.